I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word, for thou art not so long by the head as honor… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have's mine own, - Which is most faint: now, 'tis true, I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege; The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have's mine own, Which is most faint: now, 'tis true, Or sent… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art, A good mouth-filling oath. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“A gross hag And, lozel, thou art worthy to be hang'd, That wilt not stay her tongue. ANTIGONUS ~ Hang all the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art as great as that thou fear'st.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O, they have lived long on the alms-basket of words. I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word; for… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fear no more the heat o' th' sun Nor the furious winters' rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head, as is a winged messenger… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand; therefore, if tou art mov'd, thou runst away. (To be… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Wonder of time,' quoth she, 'this is my spite, That, thou being dead, the day should yet be light. 'Since thou art… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I have not art to reckon my groans, but that I love thee best, oh, most best, believe it.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fair To be death’s conquest and make worms thine heir.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
'By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible true, that thou art beauteous truth itself, that thou art lovely. More fairer… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most loved, despised! Thee and thy virtues here I seize… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain: Lest sorrow lend me words and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Yet, for I know thou art religious And hast a thing within thee called conscience, With twenty popish tricks and ceremonies Which… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such havoc of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep’st so sound. Julius Caesar (2.1.248-251)” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
